Today

Today, in the late afternoon, as I gazed outside,

I was struck by the crisp blue sky,

Streaked with pure white clouds, so endless and wide...

Then I wondered how most of my thoughts begin with a why!

I try to find meaning in every event, every day,

Yet some things just happen, without rhyme or reason,

There’s something called chance, which would always find a way...

The sky would change with every passing season!

Here I am, trying again to sort out things,

To bring order out of chaos, when I could just sing...

With all the joy and faith in my heart,

There’s a method to this madness, should have known from the start!